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This entire scene felt like a skit from Monty Python. I was not expecting three swarms of spiders in that last cave.
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CASSIEL “Before we start wandering around aimlessly looking for radishes in the dark, Valerie, where did you see the plants?” Cassiel asked as they neared the enormous tree. The fighter motioned toward a large outcropping, Cassiel letting out a silent breath as he studied it for a way to climb up. “There should be a path around the backside, if memory serves me correct,” Valerie added. “Amiri, lead the way,” Cassiel motioned, the barbarian striding ahead easily. S
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Jakun chewed at the dried sausage, his teeth tearing through the meat with little joy. He could barely taste the food, despite being assured it was filled with spice. He couldn’t believe he had killed his tastebuds too. That was just adding insult to injury. Though the lich supposed he didn’t need to eat anymore. His body would go on without the food. It brought up other questions about the needs of his body too; questions like, did he need to sleep? Could he get exhausted as an undead creature?
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When in doubt, throw spiders at your adventurers for some easy trauma points- The Dungeon Master's Guide, at some point, probably.
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CASSIEL Finally he was free from the stuffy confines of the manor, free to breathe the open air once more. Travelling through the town- his town- the half elf gulped down greedy lungfuls of air, a feeling of elation passing over him despite the difficulties that lay ahead. Nearing the newly constructed wooden palisade guarding the town from the wilds, Cassiel frowned as a ghostly apparition appeared before him. The Guardian of the Bloom, someone he had never thought he’d see aga
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To be fair, Richard had a lot on his mind, losing his partner of nearly twenty years. And memory is a noted issue with wolves; Devyn has shown he has memory issues throughout the story.
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DEVYN Devyn knew he was in for it when Jason dragged him to the bathroom two days later. It was worth the days of angry scowls and pointed silence. He had tasted his mate, however briefly. And though he was being forced to go through the agony brushing his teeth every day by a neko out for vengeance, the wolf was happy. Until he tasted the bubblegum toothpaste again. He’d forgotten how awful toothpaste tasted since Jason had last done this. Struggling against his brother, Devyn
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Amnor Sen turned the block in his hands, trying to imagine the end result. This wood was being stubborn, not giving up its desires. But he had learned patience long ago. Eventually he would discover what this block would be, and half the battle would be won. The tavern around him was busy, patrons deep in their cups, waitresses dancing in their deliveries, dodging friend and drinker alike. It was a difficult place to think in, but he’d been in worse places. The door to the tavern opene
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Golaski damn it, he wanted the tiger again. Reinard laid on the bed, groaning quietly. His nuts felt far too tight, a throbbing ache filling his groin. He needed Galen again, needed to breed his bonded… as best as he could breed a tiger’s butt. “What did you do to me?” the fox whimpered, staring at the open door. This ran deeper than any need for sex. Reinard needed to be held, loved. He could hear Galen talking outside, the Egaro pacing as he questioned their friend. Reinard coul
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CASSIEL The baron looked at his throne in the so-called Grand Hall, really not much more than a tiny room where he could receive petitioners. He hadn’t expected it to be as fancy as Lady Jamandi’s, and in fact Cassiel preferred the understated grace of the wooden throne sitting on the short dais. The banner that hung behind the chair, of a white stag at graze on an emerald field, just made the place seem that much simpler, while still announcing to everyone who he was. Even the motto
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Chapter 22: Virulent Voices
Yeoldebard commented on astone2292's story chapter in Chapter 22: Virulent Voices
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Every step he took felt wrong. Jakun felt like a pale imitation of himself, like everything that made him himself was locked away to a place he couldn’t reach. Death had been instantaneous, and life was no different. As soon as he fell to the necrotic energy, his phylactery had started working, a new corpse created for his mind to inhabit. Entering the body had seemed to take no longer than a blink of an eye, but according to a self turning timepiece, Jakun had been dead for five whole days
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JASON They trudged home after practice, Jason’s legs filled with a pleasant burn. His back wasn’t giving him anymore trouble, and the neko’s spirits were relatively high. He was still angry at the wolf beside him though. Jason knew he needed to let it go, but he still couldn’t believe Devyn would ruin his clothes just so the neko would wear his scent. It was such a wolf thing to do, and that was part of his issue. Jason knew fully well that Devyn was a wolf, not a human, an
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Oh for sure. Sometimes there's nothing better than a warm body or two to cuddle up with.
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CASSIEL “My lord! Congratulations on your new title,” Jhod beamed as he and Tristian entered the study. “Thank you Jhod,” Cassiel smiled politely, wondering if he had time for a quick nap after this meeting. “I won’t waste your time, I know it is precious. Tristian and I have been discussing what happened at the Temple of the Elk-” “I told you I would see it rebuilt, Jhod. But we really don’t have the manpower for that right now,” Cassiel sighed. Jhod shook his he
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I would like to note for the record that I will be throwing a werewolf and a Cervidas together in one of my stories for science and totally not because of any bizarre furry kink... In other words, I'll be the one writing that...
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There are those for whom the beast form is a kink. Clearly these two are not among them. How much better will sex be when you aren't constantly looking over your shoulder trying not to be eaten? Our little shifter has a lot to learn about the ways of love.
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The city had an ill aura to it. Jeremy shuddered as the cart rumbled toward the Griffon’s Roost. Something had happened here, and yet Quantium seemed perfectly normal on the outside. He could feel the necromancy that festered under the surface of the city though, the remnants of some sort of ritual. “You don’t think Jakun did something, do you?” he asked. Amnor Sen frowned as they approached the inn. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing wrong,” the paladin said. Jerem
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Galen pressed the fox’s leg back gently, Reinard hissing quietly as he was stretched. The Faro was laying on his back, the tiger leaning over him as he tried to work out some of the fox’s cramps. The Egaro’s mind was a mess. It was supposed to be a one time thing, something to help Reinard relax. But now he was being forced into a relationship with the Faro, all because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Galen was not about to blame Reinard for this. It was the tiger’s fault this had h
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CASSIEL So much paperwork… His head was swimming in reports, words floating across his eyes even when he closed his eyes. Cassiel was about to drip every piece of parchment in acid and be done with it all. But he wasn’t allowed to do that. All around him were empty shelves, candles giving a flickering glow to the near empty room. Scrolls filled with orders and numbers crowded the dark wood of his desk, despite every effort to keep them organised. He couldn’t even see out the win
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Itumak stared at his mate in shock. Lian… wanted to fuck him? The neko wasn’t sure why he was surprised. Lian was bisexual, he already knew that. It made sense that the Daknar would want to stick his rod inside his mate. But Itumak wasn’t sure he could handle that. Well… he could probably handle it. But Lian was bigger than him, no doubt. And probably bigger than the werewolf who had taken him when he was sixteen. “I don’t know,” the neko said quietly. “I’m not sure I can take you
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That story is what inspired me to attempt a more scifi setting. It's grown a lot in the past couple of years.
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Part two of Cassiel and Theofrid's adventures. Now baron of Ellesmera, the former Stolen Lands, Cassiel must determine who he can trust while building his new lands. Theofrid thought he had left his adventuring days behind him after helping Cassiel kill the Stag Lord. But now he has a new adventure, one that requires a different kind of magic to survive.
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The room was filled with the flicker of black candles, Mythara and Anya standing in the middle of a sigil. Four months spent in the alternate dimension, the three of them working on rituals, and Mythara had finally declared them ready. Jakun wasn’t so sure. The amurrun was nervous about the room; the darkness reminding him of the vision he’d had in Graydirge. He had his fears about this ritual, but it was the only way he could see to get back at Loran. There were no guarantees that Jeremy and Am
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Richard hasn't had time to return everything to the boys, and given that Margaret lost her pack privileges, his ability to walk free on pack grounds is much more limited. Halor is a character in Damian's Wolf if you want to read it. It's LJD's backstory, but I'm not sure I'll ever finish it due to personal concerns, so it has been listed as abandoned.
